Chapter 137 The Truth Hurts

• After we returned home, my clothes were still wet and I was trembling, Kyle led me to my room.
• “You should change your clothes; I’ll be back shortly,” he said as he left the room. I glanced around the room, looked at the mirror, then closed my eyes and reopened them, feeling a strong throbbing in my head, realizing I might genuinely fall sick.
• I removed my soaked clothes and headed to the bathroom for a hot bath. I spent several minutes in the tub reflecting on everything Mrs. Prescott had mentioned, but I knew dwelling on it could worsen my situation. I attempted to push the thoughts away, but I understood it wouldn’t be easy to ignore them indefinitely. Afterward, I changed into fresh clothes and slowly made my way to the bed. As I sat down, I groaned from a sharp pain in my head, just as Kyle walked in carrying a tray.